Before he finishes his figure eight
he saw a side road so bright...

O look how that moth
exchanged its rubicund wings...

In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight...

They ascend to judgment
on stilts of sycophancy...

One day,
a flood of unsaid hearts...

Go on and forget about me.
Forget that I have ever lived...

~~The confession of a deranged reality to a man of...
Sometimes the nightmares are reality...

The bosoms of swollen meadows
drizzles...

What an endless night!
What a cruel life...

Life is not easy
for easiness is like seeping...

The awe of turning old,
winds your blooms away...

The dance
was every improvisation between solid and ethereal...